Category: Narcissism

Outpaced

Progress- what a vulgar term at best

We’ve exceeded our needs for wants

Doing the unnecessary because we can

Obtuse and deaf, hell-bent and dammed

We’re our own evolved frenzied monster

Sporting a devilishly insatiable hunger

Technology has beaten down palisades    

That once safeguarded all the huminites

Of arts, photographers, poets, painters

Sculptures, languages, music, speakers  

AI’s can simultaneously act as all of them

With their unblemished flare and skills

Explore new gardens of unknown galaxies

We’ve achieved outsourcing… ourselves

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Fulgurate

Time is now my heartless jailer

Holding my full essence hostage

In hopes to force my transition

Through a loss- I refuse to abort

From my mind, soul, and heart

Marginalizing all my principles

That’s guided well my love forth

For not capitulating effortlessly                   

To their dark antithetical scheme

Swallowing of some bitter canard

And view life’s prism differently          

To weaken who I’ve always been       

One would think a loss is enough    

But regardless of what they want

My love doesn’t halt… its mission   

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Submergent

It isn’t loneliness we feel  

But more of that frigid cold

In that formless hollowness

That’s adhered to our souls  

Even as we sit before a fire

Snaps, crackles, and pops!

In a prismatic-colored dance

Our cloak of worries slide off

Lured into a momentary trance

Escaping all the woes of strife

Laying down our guard a bit

As we sip- on brandy or wine

Having an internal dialogue

About still feeling… half froze

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Tight roping

Trauma can leave indelible marks

In our lives as well as on our souls

From early learning, life bestows

Resetting of our moral innateness

Creating built-in gaps for escape

Self-justification to ignore a truth

And most often its triggered by fear

Fear of punishment, fear of our loss

Fear of abandonment or our reality

Gaps- to make our default blind spots

Primarily in relationships, or things    

We’ll normally (by default) accept lies

To evade any conflict or internal pain    

Or blame ourselves for ill acts of others

Proxy gaslighters protect… loved liars

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Note: All trauma is inexcusable abuse.

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Particle

Fallen like a raindrop from heaven

Coming here only to become broken

Learn about a love unconditioned

With the failing heart of a human

But deep inside of my human bones

I will long for those skies far above

Where once I only knew as my home

Origin from where my soul comes

And here I will feel errant emotions

Separate and distinct from Angels    

And taste the bitterness of my death

For the mission price of human strife

I’ll comprehend the depths of the abyss

Nonexistence without truth … of Light

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Affrontive

How fearfully cold within you must be

Deep inside the dark cavity, you hide

From all the world plus yourself

Left by someone else at another time

And be also draped in inconsideration

You punish kind rather than appreciate

By heedfully opting to delete comments

Others have taken the time to leave

In their honest and cordial wordy visits

As they view your posted contribution      

How harsh the painful river of narcissism

Must flow violently through your veins      

You have a keen eye through the lens

How keen is your heart… for friends?

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Presevationist

Since you’ve been gone

I’ve been nothing but lost

You were the counterbalance

When everything went wrong

Nothing I can say will change

My broken direction now

Life will never be the same

Cynical whispers hound my peace

In night and daydream turbulence   

Whenever I strive to reemerge  

From shattered pieces of my heart

As my shadow is absorbed in a darkness

And I’m just a living memory

That refuses to forget… you existed  

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Spent

I rose before a colorful dawn broke

Nothing could’ve felt sadder

And while in that silence, I lost hope

In the little bit left of each other

We’ve so desperately held on to

And no matter how much

Of my brokenness still loved you

It wouldn’t be perfect or enough- any more  

To match what we’ve already lost

From all the hurtful lies and distrust      

You’ve loved the idea of loving me back

As I loved you with my whole being    

And I love you enough to let you go

From the last piece of myself… that still can  

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